#about alejandro

(Left for Alex)

@awesomeaustin posted a new photo to instagram - 

I dunno why people complain about legroom on planes. I found enough @alejandro-lodge

-Left for Alex-

Alex - 

I won’t ever find words for everything ya do for me. Thank ya for bein’ my friend - you’re my best friend, Alex. Merry Christmas.

-Austin

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When the pesanta awoke it was as if from a nightmare, with gasping breath and racing heart.  The irony was not lost on him.  Matheo blinked, unmoving for a moment, trying to understand why things suddenly felt...different.  The memories crept back slowly, like that almost painful tingle which comes from the reawakening of deadened limbs.  He shivered, heart clenching as awareness of how he’d spent the past two centuries clawed its way into his conscious mind.  The realization of what he’d been forced to become caused his stomach to heave.  Monster.  Murderer.  And then came the recollection of his first kill, the man his Master had ordered him to destroy...a test...to study the strength of the spell which bound him.  The man he’d loved more than any other.

Unbidden, a sob escaped his lips.  He had never been a creature to love often or easily...and now he was acutely reminded of why.  Mortals were such fragile things...and no matter how hard he tried...he was nothing but a monster.  The wizard had captured him with unexpected ease...and his lover had paid the price for the pesanta’s weakness.  Tremors wracked his body as he attempted to get himself under control, but in the end, Matheo failed, grief and guilt paralyzing him as he began to sob in earnest.

An undetermined amount of time later, understanding of what must have happened finally gripped him.  For whatever reason, Grigori’s spell was broken.  He was free!  Scrambling from the bed he’d shared for far too long, the pesanta wasted no time before fleeing his former Master’s home.  He looked back only once, refusing to acknowledge the slight sense of worry over what had become of the wizard.  It didn’t matter...couldn’t matter.  Whatever had befallen Grigori was likely well-deserved and no longer his concern.  Instead, the pesanta turned his attentions to something far more important - finding his lover’s grave.  He needed to see it...to be certain of what he’d done so long ago.  Logic told him he should move on.  That his quest could easily be discovered by Grigori and he’d be re-captured.  But it was one he couldn’t abandon, no matter the cost.

“My chosen name is Alejandro Manolo Ramírez Montoya...and I am a pesanta.”

‘In Catalan legend and popular culture, the Pesanta (Catalan pronunciation: [pəˈzantə], Western Catalan: [peˈzanta]) is an enormous dog that goes into people's houses in the night and puts itself on their chests making it difficult for them to breathe and causing them the most horrible nightmares. The Pesanta is black and hairy, with steel paws, but with holes so it can't take anything.’ - Wikipedia

// As you can see there’s not a lot known about the pesanta, so for the purposes of this new RP blog, I took it upon myself to come up with a plethora of personal headcanons.  I may or may not add to this as the blog grows, but here’s what I’ve got so far.

Pesantas are the children of succubi who become pregnant after sleeping with mortal men.

A pesanta’s canine form can be either solid or spectral, the human form is always solid.

The holes in the pesanta’s paws are its one weakness.  If silver is driven through all 4 holes at once, the creature is not only immobilized, but also forced into a weakened version of its solid form, which can then be imprisoned, bargained with, or even killed.

Pesantas have no real names or faces; and can take any humanoid form they desire.  However, their canine form is always that of an enormous black canine that most closely resembles a dire wolf.

Pesantas must feed on human nightmares in order to survive - no exceptions.  This is best done when a human is asleep and already dreaming.  However, through skin-on-skin contact, a pesanta can induce waking nightmares, as well, if the human is susceptible enough.

A pesanta can see a special aura around people that tells them how easy it will be to feed off of them.  In other words, they can see how much fear that person has in their soul.

A pesanta can’t die of starvation, but the hunger can completely alter their psyche, turning a generally composed creature into a pure monster.

When a pesanta feeds, it become privy to the dreams and nightmares of its ‘host’, and can watch (but not interact with) whatever their ‘host’ is experiencing.

Although a pesanta only feeds off of the subconscious mind, it is still possible to harm or kill a human during feeding.  This also applies if a pesanta feeds off of only one particular human for an extended period of time.

The stronger the fear of the nightmare, the more sustenance a pesanta gets from the interaction.